this is me
This is me
Partly happy
Partly angry
Sad and broken
Hoping that you were joking
You have ripped me apart
Into the pieces that I am now
And I try to put myself together
But it will not work somehow
Ever since mum got cancer
You were not the dad I hoped for
A dad that I could admire and adore
Instead you are this person
That I do not even know anymore
I can’t recognize myself in you
All these things you put your own child threw
I hoped that you would change
But you remain strange
I cannot let myself fall again
I have to move on
That was then
And the future begins now
No more pain and no more sorrow
Only me
Not daddy
Partly happy
Partly angry
Sad and broken
Hoping that you were joking
You have ripped me apart
Into the pieces that I am now
And I try to put myself together
But it will not work somehow
Ever since mum got cancer
You were not the dad I hoped for
A dad that I could admire and adore
Instead you are this person
That I do not even know anymore
I can’t recognize myself in you
All these things you put your own child threw
I hoped that you would change
But you remain strange
I cannot let myself fall again
I have to move on
That was then
And the future begins now
No more pain and no more sorrow
Only me
Not daddy
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| teun hoek: | Zondag, juli 29, 2012 20:47 |
| Een kreet om liefde , mogelijk tot één die vol verdriet ook zichzelf niet is ? Sterkte. |
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| Auteur: He*tje | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 juli 2012 | ||
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